#those rapscallions!!

[sockatoothewafflebird]

SAME DHDGHFHRHEGE

they see our vision. they see us. they're the same amount of not normal about them as we are.

R…ragapom

[tsudratscigam]

HEADCANON/THEORY TIME: the site where the skittle gang come from is directly connetted to the stick figures city, the type of stickpeople we see in there are the same as the skittle gang, even purple who seems to be the same type of stickman as them is shown to have an actual life. AND WHAT IF the stickman site "stickpage" (shown in "the flashback") was also said city? In the beginning of "the box" we discover that apparently that isn't just a stick city but a stick world with other type of stickpeople living in it (the mercenaries are also another example) and stickpage has different types of stickpeople too. What im trying to say is that maybe the skittle gang also comes from stick city like purple and that site where they come from was like an apartment they shared or smth.

[novasillies]

real sad about peter and stiles rn

[witch-sweets]

EVERYONE STOP AND LOOK AT WHAT THE OFFICIAL AHIT TWITTER ACC JUST POSTED

I LITERALLY SHOUTED NOOOOO!!! IRL WHEN I SAW THIS-

[the-casbah-way]

why is owen wilson so hot why am i thirsting over a blonde man

[forgottenbones]

Gun Owner Explains Why He Needs Weapon To Protect Self From Gun He Currently Holding To Own Head

[anoddopal]

He really says phrases like “rapscallion” and “have a spot of fun” and “merry men”- and I’d still fall asleep next to him at night. 😔

[davy-zeppeli]

I actually hate the Monkees and have hated them for quite a long time (it's nothing personal about them, it's about a girl I knew who was batshit crazy about them and ruined them for me) and I swore I'd never ever ever like the Monkees but you're funny and you're making me warm up to them so good job for doing the impossible 👍

omg I am so sorry I've become a Monkees fan and bombarded you with them, but also I am very glad I've managed to bring a little bit of joy back into them for you!! I can confirm it is the worst feeling when something gets ruined by someone specific. But thank you for letting me know this it's actually made me feel oddly proud!!!

[lancelotslair]

the beast is silly goofy in nature....

[6em4k]

[How Much Of A Sinner Are You?]

"Works for me - I've got a reputation to uphold, after all."

[townofcadence]

Artair's hand raises without resistance to Butch's lips, and Artair watches him drink. The lights are colorful and flourescent and Butch is very handsome. The spike of warmth from the moonshine simmers just under his skin with a few other sensations from the room, and he swallows. "H-hey-- you know I at least gotta hold out for cherry. Can't be declaring a true winner just yet." Even when Butch releases his hand, it hovers, a few moments too long before slowly coming back down to where it had rested initially with the cup. Another swallow, and he takes the next drink in hand, setting the first aside.

"Hm." It smells fruity, but when he swallows it down, it's hard to place. Familiar, but only a vague 'i've definitely tasted whatever this is before' kind of flavor. "That's-- definitely not cherry or grape." He looks in the cup. "It's definitely some kind of fruit--- but I can't place it. What the hell is that?"

Butch watches as the other inspects the drink with his sense of taste, unable to help but laugh at his reaction to the kick, followed by his analysis of the flavor. At his question as to whether he’s right or not, Butch couldn’t say being that he wasn’t exactly keeping track of the flavors beyond their colors when putting them in the cups.

“Well, let’s see!” Butch’s hand moves to the bottom of the cup that Artair is holding and he pushes it up to his lips while it’s still in his grasp, taking a small swig himself and smacking his lips afterwards.

“Mm! That’s dreamsicle, alright! Y’were right on th’ nose, heheh. A nine, huh? I can ‘ccept that! Dreamsicle’s def’nitely one’f my favorites~” He muses. “‘Kay, movin’ on. Try this’un next!” He snatches up another cup, taking a small sniff himself first so he knows the answer this time before handing it over to Artair, appearing extra smug. It’s a mystery flavor.

[ninibeingdelulu]

Years later ✧

Plot: It makes you and your husband so happy to see your daughter and Emi playing together.

The mouthwatering aromas of sizzling stir fry and rice wafted through the cozy kitchen where you busied yourself over those steaming pans. Every so often, peals of high-pitched giggles and rumblings filtered in from the rear patio - beckoning you to steal a glimpse beyond those wide glass panels.

Your heart swelled at the sight unfolding just outside.

There was Emi in all her towering, dragon-esque glory - currently stretched out across the manicured lawn with those massive clawed paws tucked beneath her chin. Giant saurian pupils blown wide while watching your five-year-old daughter scamper about with unrestrained glee, that tiny cherubic figure weaving between the kaiju's sinewy limbs in a game of cat and mouse.

Whenever that feisty little rapscallion dashed near enough, one of Emi's enormous talons would playfully swipe in her wake - always mindful of her miniature stature as mother and child erupted in breathless, rapturous laughter again.

Matching expressions of wonderstruck glee etched across both their beamings despite the stark juxtaposition in scale.

In that moment, the years simply melted away for you too. Transporting you right back to those surreal early days of first welcoming their strange yet irrevocable sisterly bond into the fold alongside Ken - both females linked through his patient, doting paternity in diametric yet equally vital ways.

A tender brush across your forearm caused you to startle back to the present, finding Ken's openly affectionate gaze trained in from the nearby breakfast nook.

Your husband watched that heartwarming scene unfurl with those chiseled features rendered utterly tranquil and unguarded - an idyllic vision of harmony you'd once yearned for him to experience.

"Just like real siblings playing together, don't you think?" Ken rumbled in that low timbre tinted with wonderment while you smoothed the backs of your fingers over his stubbled jawline.

He eagerly captured those roaming digits before you could retreat them - calloused lips ghosting reverently across each calloused knuckle while drinking you in with the same unshakable adoration.

"They are real siblings, sweetheart. Raised under the same steadfast love of their equally devoted parents..."

At his declaration, you released a tiny, breathy puff against Ken's forehead before leaning in to steal a lingering brush of your mouths - ignoring the stinging prick of joyous tears blurring your vision.

Because you recognized the profound truth embedded within those tender syllables.

This sprawling, unconventional household of yours was irrevocably bound together through far more than mere blood alone.

An unbreakable tether of insurmountable love and acceptance Ken nurtured so steadfastly and without exception - through you, through Emi, and now your spectacular daughter too.

Another rowdy outburst of giggles caused you to break that reverie, following the sound outside once more.

There was your baby perched precariously atop Emi's flank, little feet swinging merrily while the mighty kaiju craned her saurian neck around to gaze upon that cherished bundle with endless devotion too.

Just as her adoring 'father' continued watching with that soft, doting light dancing behind those cinnamon depths.

Basking in the resonant completion of his mismatched, boisterous brood playing together as one perfect unit without constraint...

[zhukzucraft]

=> Pearl & Co: Ponder the portal

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Gem: I messaged Mumbo and Skizz but no answer yet. I think we should wait-

Gem: Scar!!

Scar: What? No point in letting it go to waste, am I right?

Pearl: Hey whoa whoa whoa

Pearl: Let's hold our horses

Pearl: Why- why do we even need to go to the Nether, anyway?

Scar: Isn't the Enchanting Table there this time, Grian?

Grian: A-yup.

Grian: It's just plopped in a Bastion in there. 'Cause why not.

Scar: Ancient City is a hard act to follow, huh?

Grian: Eh, it works as long as nobody gets access to enchantments too early.

Gem: You don't say! Then maybe WE shouldn't be going there so soon, huh Grian?

Grian: Don't tell me that GeminiSlay is scared of some little piggies!

Grian: I fully expect you to carry, by the by.

Gem: UGH.

Pearl: Come on guys, let's at least wait for Skizz and Mumbo to come back!

Scar: Nooo, you never know who's trying to beat us to it. Those rapscallions could be closing in on the magic table as we speak!

Pearl: :(

=> Pearl & Co: Be Martyn

Start Over -- Go Back

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It's time for another

What Will You Do?

this time addressed to the whole group!

Should they jump right in? Should they wait? Should they do a dance-off? You can suggest actions and arguments for any of the 4 characters, or all of them at once!

Please submit your suggestions as replies to this post, or at this channel in our discord (LINK), or if all else fails - directly to my askbox. This event will last for 3 DAYS, until next Wednesday.

Also - next update we'll be checking in with the POV vote winner, Martyn!

[handsmotif]

when will one make the shou and ritsu spin-off we’ve been needing..

[anoddopal]

OOOOO YEAH WOOOO YEAH WHEEEE-!! 💖

[👆Live Bun Reaction!!]

Breaking news! Canid and Lagomorph -coded individuals simultaneously make bad choices; and when given the opportunity to elaborate on the matter, they just double down harder! 🤨

🐶🤝🐰 We are hopeless but we’re so happy! Thriving and giggling and flourishing!

Local dog and bun seen gushing about questionable men! 🐶🐰

Comish for @anoddopal, of our OP inserts chatting about our mans 🤭 I had a blast drawing this one, thank you again!! 🥰💕

[moonstruckme]

hi author !!! if it is okay with you i wanna request a fic in the same universe as the Big Brother!Sirius one where in reader gets a (secret) boyfriend and then they break up or whatever u want i just want hurt/comfort 🥹

Thanks for requesting <3

big brother!Sirius + little sister!reader ♡ 996 words

When you hear the door to your dorm open, you assume it’s one of your roommates or Regulus coming to shame you for missing dinner, but then your mattress shifts with the weight of someone else sitting down and a familiar teasing voice says, “If you’re dead under there, everyone’s going to think it was me.” 

You peep your eyes out from under the covers. “How did you get in here?” 

Sirius isn’t even looking at you. He’s making himself comfortable at the end of your bed, both legs crossed under him and hair falling in his face as he unwraps dishes and utensils. 

“Reggie let me in. He seemed to think you might need some company.” 

“He’s such a narc,” you grumble. 

Your brother only snickers. “Sit up, I brought you dinner.” 

You’d much rather stay under the covers, but know Sirius would only wrestle you into an upright position anyway. He always gets his way. 

“Yikes.” He makes a face as you sit up, revealing your bedhead and swollen eyes. “You’re having a rough one, huh?” 

“Shut up.” You glower at him and take the plate. “It’s not that bad.” 

Despite your grumbling, a bit of vulnerability sneaks into your tone. Sirius softens.

“No, it’s not,” he agrees, reaching forward to brush a piece of hair away from your face. “We’re always pretty; it’s in the genes.” 

You can’t help the small smile that fights its way onto your face. This is exactly the sort of thing your older brother would say when Regulus was twelve and sulking over getting his first pimple or when you nearly broke down in tears trying to style your hair. Despite his tomfoolery and general ridiculousness, Sirius’ levity actually provided a voice of reason in your family, reminding his siblings and cousins that things weren’t always so dire. 

“Thanks for bringing dinner,” you say.

“No problem,” Sirius replies softly, as though worried his gentle tone will be overhead and his rapscallion’s repute thusly destroyed. “Is it good enough that you’ll tell me what’s gotten you so upset?”

You blink at him in surprise. “Reg didn’t say?” 

Sirius’ mouth twists, dissatisfied. “He didn’t. I guess I would’ve been more likely to find out if I’d just pretended I already knew, huh?” 

That makes you chuckle. “Probably, yeah.” 

“Well, come on. Now you’ve gotta tell me.” 

You feel your shoulders hunch inwards. “Do I really have to?”

“Yes.” Your brother’s voice is firm, but his eyes are hopeful. 

You want to tell him, you find. You don’t suppose any harm can come from it now. 

You eye him carefully. “I broke up with my boyfriend.” 

Sirius’ eyes pop. He nearly topples your plate leaning forward, like you’re back in your childhood beds trading secrets. “You were dating someone?” 

“I was.” You can’t quite look at him, focussing on cutting your meal into small bites. “Or I thought I was. It doesn’t matter. I’m definitely not now.” 

“Wha—how did I not know about this?” 

“Because obviously I’m not going to talk about my dating life with my brother,” you huff a laugh down into your lap, and you swear you can feel the force of Sirius’ eye roll burning into the top of your head. “No one really knew. He wanted to keep it private.” 

Sirius tilts his head, slotting a piece of his hair behind his ear. “Private in an avoid-the-gossip-mill way or private in a dirty-secret way?” 

You close your eyes, shame curdling in your gut. Even your idiot brother knows enough to be suspicious of something like that. Maybe if you’d told him all those weeks ago, you wouldn’t be where you are now.

“In the second way,” you admit in a whisper. “I, um, sort of assumed it was because of the first, and I liked the idea of keeping things private too, but it turned out he had other reasons.” 

You try to take another bite of food, but it feels soggy and unappetizing in your mouth. You set your plate aside. 

“What happened?” Sirius asks. 

Your face feels miserably hot. “He just didn’t like me as much as I liked him. He didn’t want his friends to know.” Tears burn in your eyes, and when you try to speak again they show up in your voice, too. “I feel really stupid.” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” Sirius sits up on his knees, bending over you to fold you into a hug. His hand presses reassuringly between your shoulder blades, and you let out a little sob. “That doesn’t make you stupid, it only makes him a prat.”

You hug him tightly. “I just feel so silly being upset when he probably doesn’t even care.” 

“You are being silly,” he chastises, but there’s fondness in your brother’s tone. “Of course he cares. He may not be regretting things right now, but I’d bet ten galleons he will be by the end of the month. Trust me, babe, boys are idiots. We don’t know how to act, we almost never know what we want, and we’re ten times more likely to fuck something up if it’s important to us. Just ask Remus.” 

Your laugh is a soggy thing. Sirius rubs your back encouragingly. 

“So, what’s the sod’s name?” 

“Oh, no way.” You laugh even harder, pulling out of the hug to wipe under your eyes. “I’m not telling you.” 

“What?” Sirius throws up his hands. “But we were doing so well!” 

“I’ve handled it, Sirius. I don’t want you to go and turn his skin green or make him sprout nose hairs down to his chin.” 

A giddy grin. “That’s actually not a bad idea. Does Regulus know who it is?” 

You fix him with your sternest stare. Most other people would soil their pants, but because he’s your older brother, Sirius only raises a brow. “If he did, he wouldn’t tell you.” 

“That’s alright.” He steals a roll off your plate, biting into it insouciantly. “I’ll find out.”